O come, let us worship and kneel
Before our Creator, our God;

The people who serve him with zeal,
The flock whom he guides with his rod.

"LORD, thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fulness stored;

Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord!"

Heaven is still with anthems ringing; Earth takes up the angels' cry, Holy, holy, holy," singing,

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Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!'

2 Ever thus in God's high praises,
O, let all our tongues unite,

Whilst our thought his greatness raises,
And our love his gifts excite.
With his seraph train before him,

With his holy Church below,

Thus unite we to adore him,

Bid we thus our anthem flow:

3 "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Thus, thy glorious name confessing,

We adopt the angels' cry,

Holy, holy, holy'-blessing

Thee, the Lord our God most High!"

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ORD, in this sacred hour,
Within thy courts we bend,

And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.

2 But thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod; Nor only is the day thine own

When man draws near to God:

3 Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Šabbath, the stupendous march
Of vast eternity.

4 Lord, may that holier day

Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.

SAFELY through another week

Thou hast brought us on our way;

We do now a blessing seek,

Waiting in thy courts to-day; Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name,

Show thy reconciling face

Take away our sin and shame;
From our worldly cares set free-

May we rest this day in thee.

3 Here we come, thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glories meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting rest.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Wake our minds to raptures new;
Let thy victories abound-

Unrepenting souls subdue;
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove
Till we rest in thee above.

COME, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
This day, of days the best;

O bless this flock, and make this fold
Enjoy a heavenly rest.

2 Welcome, and precious to our souls
These holy hours of love:

But what a Sabbath shall we keep
When we shall rest above!

3 We come, we wait, we hear, we pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, we trace;
Here, in thine own appointed way,
We wait to see thy face.

4 These are the dear and precious days When thee, O Lord, we've seen, And oft, when feasting on thy word, In raptures we have been.

5. O! if our souls, when death appears, In this sweet frame be found,

We'll clasp the Saviour in our arms,
And leave this earthly ground.

BLEST is the work, O God, our King,
To praise thy glorious name:

By day thy wondrous grace we sing,
By night thy truth proclaim.

2 We hail thy day of rest, O Lord,
And seek thy house of prayer,
To meet thy saints, to hear thy word,'
And all thy works declare.

3 Though sensual hearts, unchang'd by

grace,

Such heavenly joys despise,
Teach us to love thy dwelling-place,
Thy day of rest to prize:

4 Till, fixed within thy courts above,
Far nobler songs we raise,

Where every heart is fill'd with love,
And every mouth with praise.

THOU who art enthroned above,

Thou by whom we live and move! O how sweet, with joyful tongue, To resound thy praise in song!

2 Sweet the day of sacred rest, When devotion fills the breast, When we dwell within thy house, Hear thy word, and pay our vows; 3 Notes to heaven's high mansions raise; Fill its courts with joyful praise;

With repeated hymns proclaim
Great Jehovah's awful name.
4 From thy works our joys arise,
O thou only good and wise!
Who thy wonders can declare?
How profound thy counsels are!
5 Warm our hearts with sacred fire;
Grateful fervours still inspire;
All our powers, with all their might,
Ever in thy praise unite.

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ND now another week begins,
This day we call the Lord's;
This day he rose, who bore our sins-
For so his word records.

2 Hark, how the angels sweetly sing!
Their voices fill the sky;

They hail their great victorious King,
And welcome him on high.

3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise;
May we their rapture feel;

Our thankful songs with theirs we'll raise,
And emulate their zeal.

4 Come, then, ye saints! and grateful sing,
Of Christ, our risen Lord-
Of Christ, the everlasting King—
Of Christ, th' incarnate Word.

5 Hail, mighty Saviour! Thee we hail!
High on thy throne above;

Till heart and flesh together fail,
We'll sing thy matchless love.